Harlow was watching him eat, his brow slowly rising. The hunter was drinking his nasty-ass straight black coffee—yuck. “I’m pretty sure that was more syrup than waffle.”
“Waffles are a syrup eating device. So, you are not wrong,” he said with a delicate sniff.
The human shook his head and took another sip from his death beans, before he began to cut into his own waffles.
Taking a bite, Harlow let out a grunt of contentment. “Good.”
He absently responded with a ‘thank you’ toward the one-word compliment of his cooking skills, as his mind was too focused on what else Harlow could grunt in contentment about. Grunt…growl…shout—Foxx wasn’t picky.
He hadn’t imagined it, right? He’d seen interest in Harlow’s eyes in the mall. Hell, he had smelled his arousal after he saw it, just to confirm. But the thick bulge at the front of the human’s jeans had definitely been something he tried to memorize visually.
Foxx had, of course, ended up buying the pants. But as good as they made his ass look, he wasn’t sure he’d ever wear them. They were bloody uncomfortable.
Then again, if it gave him a chance at that bulge…then maybe. Foxx eyed the man. He’d gotten a brief glimpse of the scars on his arms in the mall. But now that he was sitting there in just a black T-shirt, he got the pleasure of seeing them in all their glory. There were so many. Bite marks that were obviously vampires, some werewolves, claw marks, bullet wounds… He shuddered and forced his eyes away from the marks when he started to harden.
Right as Harlow took another bite, the man’s phone started to ring. He raised a brow at the human upon hearing the song playing.My Boy Lollipopwas not a song he’d assume Harlow would like.
His partner sighed and finished chewing before grumbling some profanities as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and flipped it open.
“What do you want, Charity?” he barked. “And if it’s a case, you can fuck right off. Or have you all conveniently forgotten that my house blew up in the early morning?”
“Oh, I know you had a rough early morning, my fierce dandelion, but unfortunately, the powers that be do not care.” The woman said clearly and brightly.
‘Dandelion?’ Foxx mouthed the words. Harlow shook his head stiffly.
“I was literally blown up early this morning, Charity. I’m stiff and achy. I also have a shit ton of things to replace. Pick a different team.”
While he’d have plenty of fun going on another case with the human, Harlow had a point… It was a bit much for them to call them the same day the man’s house blew up. Surely there were other teams who could do it.
“Sorry, bubby, you two are it. You know how it is. Sometimes there are more cases than hunters.”
“Fuck!” Harlow growled deeply.
Foxx grimaced. The number of hunters in the Stateswaslow compared to the population of paranormals. And the job didn’t have a high survival rate for newbies, so there just wasn’t that big of a rush of people trying to join the Guild.
“Ahh, sounding a bit murderous there, Harlow,” Charity chimed.
“Oh good, I sound like I feel.”
In Foxx’s clearly unbiased opinion, murderous-sounding Harlow did something to his cock. How did one get someone to sound murderous without actually being murdered? A fine line to balance with someone who may or may not be a psychopath.
Charity barked out in laughter. “Oh, dandelion, you do make me laugh. Anywho, you are off to Brentboro, Virginia. Like last time, your details should be there when you arrive. What will also be waiting for you at your hotel is a set of earpieces and mics. I figured they should be useful if you end up separating during the case. Oh, also, you are driving again.”
A way to quickly communicate when they were apart would probably be a good idea.
“Again?! That is at least a ten hour drive, Charity!” Harlow snapped.
“With the new influx of hunters, we have to budget where we can! Toodles!” she singsonged before the line went dead.
* * *
Harlow stareddown at his phone. He was stuck on the fucking bullshit that just went down. Drive? Again? He glanced across the table at Foxx. The vampire smiled his crooked one fang smile at him, his dimples flashing.
“Sucks that there isn’t another team available. But I suppose it’s the hazard of the job, considering how low the Hunter Guilds numbers are,” the vampire hummed. “What kind of case do you think it is?”
Staring at the man, as words continued to spew out of his mouth, Harlow couldn’t contain his shudder of horror. Fuck, he was going to be stuck in the car with Foxx again, but this time for many hours. Many hours with no escape. When here he could just hide in a different room.
At least…it wouldn’t be hours in Foxx’s tiny car. Thank all that he'd had the foresight to think of the window coatings earlier that morning. Foxx had annoyingly paid, excusing that it was only right that he did, since Harlow had to have it done because of him.
